Ta-ta ta-ta's

Today's the day. I wrote this post a month in advance when it was just theoretical, just a date on the calendar, nothing to be concerned with.

As the day grew closer I became more and more anxious. At one stage my mind refused to consider it. 'I'm not doing it', I said to myself in 'I don't care if I've already paid the doctor, the anesthetist, the hospital. I just won't show up on the day. It is ridiculous to be going to hospital to have an OPERATION that I don't medically really need'.

By the time you read this I'll be under the knife. I'll be going from an E/F cup right down to a B. I'm afraid of the operation but hopeful of the outcome.

I guess my most ambitious hope for the result would be to end up looking like my quilt fabric stash; small, but perfectly formed.

Wish me luck.